Once the bathroom door was closed and locked Preston inspected the situation in his pants. A pool of slime had filled his pants and underwear. He tried to soak it up as best he could with some paper towels but his pants and underwear were still damp and now becoming stiff and crusty with semen stains.
Again he fruitlessly tried tugging the ring off to no avail. Checking the label of options yet again he saw the Denial option. Hesitant to activate another rune but desperate to stop ejaculating by any means necessary he rubbed the engraved stop sign until it glowed. His voice whispered "One hundred" under his breath hoping to prevent the next one hundred times people said "cum" around him.
The rune stopped glowing but nothing felt different. Preston needed to see if it worked. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, held it over his hard little weenie and prayed.
“Cum” he whispered to himself. His heart sank as he felt his tiny stiff dick start surge again. He felt his micropenis pushed right to edge of orgasm and was expecting to expel the usual thick glob of semen...but nothing came out. Instead he felt a sharp pressure pushing back against the ejaculation. Despite the sudden discomfort he was overcome with a wave of relief and nearly cheered.
“Cum, cum, cum!” he said happily testing it further only the immediately realize this was a mistake. His little penis pulse three times, each pushing him to the brink of orgasm and each accumulating more and more pressure. Not only that his penis was still uncomfortably erect and now yearning for release.
He realized with horror even though he was not ejaculating, it would become slightly more painful every time the “Cum” command was triggered and blocked. He dreaded to think how it would feel on the hundredth time.
But what he didn’t realize was that this would be the least of his concerns for another defect he had failed to heed from the old man at the store was that the number he had declared was meaningless and the number of orgasms denied was completely random.
Suddenly there was a banging on the bathroom door and the voice of Mr Cummings bellowed through.
“What’s taking you so long?! They’re coming up now!”
He one again felt himself pushed to the edge of orgasm and braced himself for the mild pain...but instead felt a immense rush of pleasure. He let out a loud involuntary moan as he felt the power of five orgasms simultaneously ejecting from his very sensitive nub, flying across the room.
“What was that commotion? What are you doing in there.”
Preston is panting heavily trying to recover from the ejaculation when another orgasm tries to escape his tiny sensitive penis but is subsequently held back by the Denial rune. He responds between labored breathing “N..Nothing. I...I just umm got caught in the zipper sir.”
The boss respond “My god Jackson can't you even-argh! We don't have time for this! Hurry up! They’re here!”
Preston looked over at the mess he had made of the bathroom. Cum was splattered on the walls and he tried his best to wipe it up. With a panic he checked the boss’s pants but was relieved to find none of his spunk had landed on them. He quickly pulled them on and stuffed some paper towels down the front of his underwear hoping to catch any further loads. He briefly contemplated trying something else to improve his situation but the boss banged on the door telling him to hurry up again and he realized he was out of time.
Anxious and dejected he walked out of the bathroom.
As Preston stepped back into the office, the entry door opened and in walked Malcolm with two blonde middle aged men.
“Ah come in, come in!” as Mr Cummings welcomed the new guests, pouring out some glasses of expensive whiskey. Preston stifled a reaction to two rapid denied orgasms. Already his dick was twitching in his pants straining for relief.
“Jackson, allow me to introduce you to William and Victor Jokumsen. Co-founders of the Jokumsen Enterprises.”
“Ahhh-A pleasure to meet you,” Stuttered Preston ignoring the dull ache in his balls from another two attempted cum shots. The two men were eying him curiously and then recognition dawned on them.
“Ah you are man from bus yes?”
Preston went pale. These were the two foreign men in front of him on the bus earlier this morning.
“Uhh-Yes you see I was feeling a bit unwell and-uhh”
“And yet they are still making you coming to work?”
He could see Mr Cummings glaring at Preston and shaking his head. At this point it felt like someone was squeezing his balls.
“N-no! Mr Cummiiiiih-ngs insisted I take the day off, but it was only a mild stomach ache and he’s such a -ummm- great boss I didn’t want to let him down.”
“Ah I see you are very loyal worker. Is good sign of good company” the two men nodded to each other.
Mr Cummings clapped his hands together and brought the attention back to himself.
“Well I trust you have already been given a tour of the building. Are all the reservations in order?”
He turned to Malcolm expectantly.
“Yes it's all been arranged, we’ll be taking our guests to…”